I haven’t forgiven myself, though. Perhaps my heart is only getting ready to forgive. I shall struggle with my heart. You see, I’ve grown to love my tears […]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via petrichour)

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I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via goghst)

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